Went on at 7.15, drizzling as we came near the Mozumba or chiefs stockade.

A son of Chama tried to mislead us by setting out west, but the path being grass-covered I objected, and soon came on to the large clear path.

The guide ran off to report to the son, but we kept on our course, and he and the son followed us.

We were met by a party, one of whom tried to regale us by vociferous singing and trumpeting on an antelope's horn, but I declined the deafening honour.

Had we suffered the misleading we should have come here to-morrow afternoon.
A wet bed last night, for it was in the canoe that was upset.